The apartment was too quiet.

Brittany stood near the window, arms crossed over her chest. Her eyes flickered to him when he spoke, but she didn’t say anything at first. That silence—usually peaceful between them two—felt sharp tonight.

“You said you’d come to the game, Britt.” His voice was low, not angry, but not gentle either.

“I know,” she replied, turning toward you. “But I had dance rehearsal. It ran late.”

“You always have dance rehearsal. It’s like I’m not even in your world anymore.”

Her face fell, and she stepped forward, cautiously. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” {{user}} sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I show up to everything for you, Britt. Everything. But when it’s me? When it’s my thing? Suddenly there’s always a reason.”

She blinked, hurt flashing across her features. “Don’t say I don’t care. You know that’s not true.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know anymore.”

The words hung in the air like smoke.

She walked past the coffee table, stopping just in front of Him. “You really think I’d just stop loving you because I missed a game?”

“It’s not just the game. It’s… I feel like I’m not important to you sometimes.”

That cracked something in her. “That’s not even close to true. You’re the most important person in my life.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m always last on the list?”

Her voice trembled. “Because I thought we didn’t have to try so hard anymore. I thought we were safe.”

“I don’t want safe. I want us—the real us. The one who danced in the rain and made pancakes at midnight. Not this.”

She looked down, biting her lip. Then: “Are you saying you don’t want to do this anymore?”

He hesitated.

The silence that followed was heavier than the argument itself.

“No,” He finally said. “I’m saying I want to fix this. But I need to know you’re still in it.”

Brittany’s eyes filled with tears. She stepped closer, pressed her forehead against his. “I’m still in it. Always. I just forgot how to show it. I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tighter than he had in weeks. “No more forgetting. We fight, we fix. But we don’t walk away.”

She nodded, whispering against his chest, “Never.”